We like to think we know
Know the difference between
Wrong
And
Right
But will we ever?
We like to think we hold the world in our hands
We like to think that we can control everything that is thrown at us
We like to hide behind masks and tattered sheaths of confidence
We all look at the world differently
And the world to you
Is not the world to someone else
So do we really know
What the world is let alone what is wrong in it and what is right?
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 11:02 PM UTC
It clings to me when I walk
It's noticeable in my voice when I talk
It holds me back from my dreams
It takes away the gleam
From my eyes
And makes me despise
My own voice
My own face
Myself
It's inevitable it seems
These feelings, they deem,
Control over my mind
It's becoming so hard to find
Out how to make it stop
So I am no longer a prop
No longer a toy
No longer a victim
Finally free.
I'm learning to let go
To make it bestow
All it's false power upon me
To not let it change the way I see
The stage light shining down
And my voice that never lets me down
Sep 7, 2017
Sep 7, 2017 at 10:53 PM UTC
That night we said a million words
One of them being I love you
And then I finally heard
You say you loved me too
My heart skipped a beat
My mind practically shut off
Little did I know it'd be bittersweet
Our love seemed to stop after takeoff
My love went on
But your love for me dwindled
It almost seems gone
But my love for you is forever kindled
You say you still love me
You say you still care
Why is it so hard for me to see
There's something still there
Sep 3, 2017
Sep 3, 2017 at 11:41 AM UTC
I've loved you
I've loved you for a day
Then a day more
The weeks become longer
And I've began to ponder
Us together
You've never loved me
Not even for a second
Not even half of one
The truth becomes crushing
I now am rushing
To win you over
You never will love me
Not for a day
Nor for a second
But I will love you
I love all the things you do
And it will **** me
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 11:54 PM UTC
Gasping for air
As the water fills my lungs
I can see your penetrating stare
As I listen to the songs the water has sung
The melody is not comforting
I can only remember your face
Your presence leaves me wondering
Of all the space
Filled with water
That's leaves me quarantined from you
I am a victim of your slaughter
There was nothing I could do
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:47 PM UTC
The cement is covered in unwanted glass
The ceiling looks as though it may collapse
Suddenly I fall into an unwanted relapse
Where my mind floats in empty halls
Behind plaster and thin walls
Then the ground shakes
And falls apart
You cannot make
Anything of it
Or you're right back at the start
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:28 PM UTC
they whisk you away
to a world of decay
where they build themselves up
and then return back to gray
they become tangled
in a twist of unexplained and mangled
Thoughts that resonate
And then soon dissipate
Into nothing but confusion
Sometimes they're nothing but delusions
Whether real or fake
We always will ache
When our feeling of love
Is shoved out of the way
And then we fall all the same
When it comes back another day
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:18 PM UTC
Overwhelming waves of paranoia
Headaches that linger for days
Uninvited feelings of nausea
Nothing to do but lay
In your bed feeling trapped
Feelings that aren't so nice
You appear to have almost snapped
Maybe once... or twice
Don't worry they say to me
Oh but sweetheart, have you met my anxiety?
Jun 21, 2017
Jun 21, 2017 at 1:06 PM UTC
Broken disassembled fragments,
a fragile moonstone radiates brightly
It's color reflects off the splintered mirror
Shattering it's own happiness
It self destructs
It has chose it's path
A scandalous course
A mediocre lesson
A heartfelt decision
Yet it longs! To put it self back together
The glue does not hold
Scattering in all directions,
The pieces fall to the gelid ground
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:37 AM UTC
Thick chilling lines
Trick trick trickling down the canvas
Swift passionate movements
A cold critical stare
The colors are entangled with passion
The paint lays in heaps of hard work
Yet you crash to the linoleum
Thrashing out your arms-
Then all is still and smells of lavender
The birds of the canvas sing
Their songs melancholy and hopefully
Yet they will never fly
Apr 9, 2017
Apr 9, 2017 at 12:26 AM UTC